bakerstreet | THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

"And here I thought you hated me." He reached for the money and tucked it away in the box. Just in case Stiles decided to change his mind. Coach would be pissed if he let money for the team run away.

Isaac shrugged and leaned across the table, fingers closing in the front of Stiles' shirt to tug him forward for the first kiss. Brief as it was.

"One," he said with a smirk.

[In this thread, a small-ish (166 centimeters) bush-haired boy walking around the fairground all wide-eyed and wondrous, scanning his surroundings while he slurps his drink... until his eyes fall upon the kissing booth.

Or rather the scandalous outfit of the girl inside said kissing booth. Que him taking a far too large gulp, aaand choking on it.

Can we say "easy prey for an enterprizing bully seeking to fill their pockets"? Because I think we can.]

( Manning this booth isn't the most noble or exciting thing to be doing, so Etna has long gone beyond the point of being bored. The moment she catches sight of someone in awe(?) of her, she whips out her best smile ad suppresses the urge to give him a wedgie. )

Oh, hey, kid! Either take a picture or get over here.

( A pause. )

I charge for pictures, just so you know.

Ah-
[His speech is punctuated by coughing fits, as drop by drop finally makes its way to the right hole...]

-I... um. Okay?

[He's not quite sure why this is happening, or why she's dressed? Like that?? But out of those two options it seems like approaching is the safest one, since he's just got his allowance with him and doesn't want to spend TOO much money...

And he COULD of course just walk away, but we won't remind him of that option if you won't.]

[A massive fair organized by various Hero Offices alone is cool, but to have booths manned by heroes themselves? To get to go up and talk to them face to face? Be still his beating heart, for how is he supposed to hold himself back? It just isn't possible!

... Well. Unless he's been sent on a certain errand and is currently fidgeting nervously in the vicinity of the ~kissing booth~ manned by none other than the one and only Mt. Lady. How, oh how is he supposed to pluck up the courage to approach HER?]

[OOC: If you're okay with a school-kid? Also, from what canon-point are you playing her?]

Took your breath away, huh?

( She would be thinking 'jackpot' right now if she didn't know better and had the feeling she would be getting his lunch money at best. But easy money is easy money, so she will work with it. )

How about playing a little game? It sure looks like you could use a little fun.

[Muffet is all beaming smile. She gestures out with all six of her arms, displaying the booth she stands behind rather proudly.]

Ahuhuhu, why a kissing booth of course! It's my latest offer alongside a menu of select teas and baked goods~.

It's, it's really not...

[ Meekly, trailing off as she leans. It's not a business. What a scandalous thought, a kissing business.

He can't decide, at first, if it's better or worse that she's letting him take the lead. It makes him feel a little dirty, especially when for the first few seconds, he finds himself staring stupidly at her mouth. But, she paid. He's supposed to. While it would seem easier if she initiated, this way he can control the where of it.

As long as she didn't feel cheated.

He's overthinking it. Uryuu composes himself, then leans.

Closing his eyes was a mistake, he realizes. He hadn't been aiming for her mouth, but he also hadn't been aiming for her chin, and he definitely just kissed her chin. ]

[ Come to that, there were a few things he'd like to bring up with Asano-kun's sister, who had been over-involved in Uryuu's eventual ascent to his current position.

She was a whirlwind, to say the least. Intimidating. Uryuu had no idea what to think of, make of that family. He mostly tried not to think about it.

Because of the natural association between Asano-kun, his sister, and Uryuu's current position, he levels Asano-kun with a look that -- well. Without any of that, with only the fun at his expense, it would have been sour, black.

This takes both to an extreme. ]

As if you've ever been in charge of anything. Move along, Asano-kun.

[ That doesn't seem to warrant "Look out." Instead, the sight of Moriyama-san goes a long way toward softening his expression. This is a good thing. It had been darkening, darkening, and still darkening. Not at all conducive to actually drawing in a "customer." ]

Oh, Moriyama-san. That was kind.

[ His smile's sincere, small but warm. ]

I probably don't deserve it. I can't be tired if I haven't done anything, right?

[The things he does for charity. Is this really the best way to raise money for the lower quarter?]

[The Hoshidan army is raising money and... well... Setsuna was the last one to say 'not it' when deciding who should man the kissing booth.]

[ He politely joins in her laughter all the while evaluating this anomaly of a girl. ]

I'm afraid the beverage I seek is closer to your heart.

[ He steps to her and after a split second's indecision singles out what might be her dominant hand. He bows and kisses her knuckles. ]

Surely no one needs incentive to kiss you.

[ keigo wouldn't have been able to supply ishida with any insight to his family, either; his sister in particular was still a mystery to him, even now with her enrollment in university. perhaps that was just the nature of an older sibling...

at any rate, keigo didn't appear too pressed to leave ishida to his unfortunate position. teasing was always fun, but there was something more that he wanted to impart to the successor of his sister's position. a sense of solidarity, in dealing with his sister, perhaps...

...but first, why not make it worth his while? typical keigo. couldn't go right into the serious matter. leaning on the counter of the booth, his smirk turned to a grin. ]

Aah, that's not a very nice tone to use, Ishida! Nee-chan must have taught you better than that!

[ Oh boy. It's hard to keep the amusement off her expression, but she keeps her face relatively straight as she watches him. Pretending to ponder the situation, she sighs. ]

I don't know, Mr. Big Shot. That kind of money buys you more than just a little peck on the cheek.

[ Unsurprisingly, Harry's best pal hadn't managed to show up to this little charity shindig yet. She was starting to think he might not come at all. ]

[ Sirius, meanwhile, is enjoying this immensely. He always did think Remus was adorable when he blushed. With a sly grin, he shrugged his shoulders lightly. ]

Can't say no to a good cause, Moony.

[ Oh, he's definitely got that 'come hither' look in his eyes. ]

[ And Bruce only has eyes for Lois. He half-grinned himself, taking her hand and shaking it, all polite for their 'introduction.' ]

Is that so? Well, it just so happens this is a cause that is near and dear to my heart. So, Miss Lane, I think your donation has earned you a very long, very thorough kiss.

[ SO much innuendo in his eyes there, but he clearly has no shame. Because when she leans in, he's definitely going to give her a good kiss. ]

[Her grip shifts, her hand moving roughly, and his breath catches, enough so that he has to break off the kiss and lean his forehead against hers. She's got that look on her face like she's got to beat him now, and he can never cope with that terribly well.]

[He licks his lips, exhales.]

Mm. All right.

[So, maybe he won't. He leans in to kiss her again at the same time he slides two fingers inside her, quick enough that there's less than a breath between his initial movement and his fingers crooking. His cock jumps a little in her grip, feeling her even at this remove. Even like this, she's something else.]

Christ--

[She hisses that out against his mouth, a shudder running through her. Her hand stutters and stills on his cock. It's cruel, but it isn't meant that way; it's just that she can only focus on so many things, and right now Abdul's fingers overwhelm her. He doesn't have to bother with anything else, really; she's fallen apart from just his fingers too many times.]

Keep--

[A distracted order, given as she spreads her legs a little wider. She starts stroking again, a little more urgency in her movements. He's more than ready to take her, but Jeanne doesn't say that. Desperate, the word rings in her ears, so she'll let him be the one so eager to get to the main event.]

[He's more than ready to take her. And yet here he is, pushed up against her in the dim light, lips patted and panting and knuckles-deep in her.]

You're too beautiful, you know. [His voice comes out like gravel as he cants his hips into her hand.] You're too beautiful, so I'd do anything you told me to.

[This isn't anything she doesn't already know. It's something he has to say anyway, though; he's as compelled to do that as he is to fuck his fingers into her, to circle her clit with his thumb and watch to see what it does to her.]

Tell me what to do, albi.

Nick hadn't been keen on attending this charity thing, but it was for a good cause, aaaand.... the chief had actually been pretty adamant that he attend. (Okay, so it was basically a requirement.) Once he was there, dressed down in his usual loud Hawaiian shirt and tie, he was keeping an eye out for Judy. He was definitely in for a surprise when he saw her in the kissing booth. Raising his brow skeptically, he approached casually.

"Wow. Really, Carrots? A kissing booth?" he sighed, shaking his head as if disappointed in here. "I didn't even know people still did these things - well, adult people, anyway. Kids, maybe. So how did you get forced into doing this? Lose a bet?" Not that she wasn't attractive, and definitely able to get quite a few kisses for a good cause. But he was trying to play it cool, and not let the awkwardness of the situation get to him. Unfortunately... it wasn't totally working at the moment.

[He goes soft and pliant as the kiss goes on longer than he honestly expected, and it leaves him a little flushed when Luke pulls back-- almost dazed.]

Okay maybe one freebie [He has to clear his throat.]

[She can't say anything for a few seconds, too busy biting back a moan. Unfair, he's so unfair, every inch of him; all he says are a few words and she's more in love than ever.]

Fuck me.

[So she'll lose. She'll be desperate. It doesn't feel like losing, not with him, not when he's working her well enough that her legs are shaking. And if she's going to lose, she might as well do it spectacularly, so:]

Now. It's all I've been thinking about since I sat in your lap, since I saw you'd been kissed by someone else-- you taking me up against this wall, fucking me til I can't think . . . that's what I want.

[Oh, no. Harry knows you well enough at this point to know the twinkle of barely contained laughter in your eyes, Gwen. It just encourages him more, y'know.]

No, no. I think it's just the right amount for a kiss on the cheek from the magnificent Gwen Stacy. A real kiss is worth a whole lot more. [And he nods knowingly, as if he's an expert on these matters.

Leave it to Peter to be late or a no-show entirely.]

[ he strolls to the kissing booth with purpose, pockets actually jingling with money. once he was in the booth, dio takes a look at her and raises his eyebrow. ]

This is what I have to work with?

THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

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SCREAMS

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/gobbles it up

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:D

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